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Re: RPG:Freedom Fighters

Robert gazed at the building before him. It contained six Reds and possibly another Ranger. It was two am and he was tired from running and hiding from the Reds. "Pay back time." He quietly jogged to the side of the house. He quickly slid and screwed on his silencer for his M4 assault rifle and stepped to the door. He opened the door pocked his gun through. The men were laughing and didn't here him. He turned the corner and fire in a three shot burst at the two men in that room. They dropped silently with blood dripping from their heads. He then checked up stairs. No Reds or Ranger. "What??" Suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder and slammed him into a wall. Blood trickled from his nose. The Red reached for the dropped M4 but not quite fast enough. Grabbing his Sgian Dubh Robert plunged it into the mans neck."Have a nice day in hell," Robert said. "Now time to go.

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[YES!!! I'M finally in an RPG! Hope this guys is ok, just tell me if I need to change something]

Name: Eric Kelborn

Age: 18

Affiliation: Freedom Fighters

Rank: Regular fighter

Weapons: AK-74 (isn't that the gun you said replaced the AK-47 Ralin?) and a pistol

Appearance: wears a short leather jacket with army pants and boots, is 5 foot 10 and has blue eyes and brown hair

Personality: Tries to be funny all the time and loves to hang out with others. Very friendly to everybody, he's considered the 'lovable one.' However, he is deeply hurt about what happened to his parents, and often fakes his funny and friendly ways to conceal how hurt he is inside. But he has no fear during battle, and is often cracking jokes to the others during a shootout

History: Was raised in a average, middle class family in NYC. His parents were very peace loving people, and forbid Eric from joining the Freedom's Wach before the invasion, telling him they were all 'gun carrying vigilanties who were no better then gangs.' When the invasion started, was rescued by the Freedom Fighters after the attack on New York. They trained him to fight and now Eric's an active and accepted member of the group. He never knew what happened to his parents, and hopes to find them someday

If you run, I can track you. If you hide, I will find you. If you fight, I will watch you fall......

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MitchÃ¢Â€Â™s crosshair moved from one Red guard to the next, his finger itching to pull the trigger. Not yetÃ¢Â€Â¦Ã¢Â€Â¦Ã¢Â€Â¦.their time will come he consoled himself. After a third recount, he lowered his weapon. Ã¢Â€ÂœThereÃ¢Â€Â™s REALLY only twelve of them down thereÃ¢Â€Â he whispered. Ã¢Â€ÂœOne squad to watch prisoners on this side of townÃ¢Â€Â¦Ã¢Â€Â¦..this will be easy.Ã¢Â€Â

Ã¢Â€ÂœI thought the Major only wanted us to recon them; not storm the placeÃ¢Â€Â said Alex, the freezing air revealing his misty breath with each word.

Ã¢Â€ÂœHe didnÃ¢Â€Â™t say we COULDNÃ¢Â€Â™T either, did he?Ã¢Â€Â Mitch pulled the receiver of his AK-108 back a hair, making sure he had a round chambered. Ã¢Â€ÂœYouÃ¢Â€Â™re supposed to be a pretty crack shot right? You hang here and so some sniper work for us. Start shooting in five minutes startingÃ¢Â€Â¦Ã¢Â€Â¦Ã¢Â€Â¦Ã¢Â€Â¦Ã¢Â€Â¦.nowÃ¢Â€Â he said, patting Alex on the shoulder a couple times before he and Rechelle rushed off toward the buildingÃ¢Â€Â™s stairwayÃ¢Â€Â¦..

"You set a code to live by. I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted...I won't be laid a hand on. I don't do these things to other men, and I require the same from them."

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Richelle saw the group of people inside the fencing, huddling together against the cold. It disgusted her to see her people herded together and treated like animals by other human beings and she wondered how the red could follow orders when it seemed so apparent to her that they were wrong. She was determined to let these people live in dignity and peace. Sometimes peace required viloence. Mitch told Alex to stay back and snipe and soon they both were moving into position. The gaurds in their sights.

Meat is murder...... tasty tasty murder."Suggestion: Electrocution works well. Evisceration and Decapitation are also effective, or um, so I've heard."

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Austin walked out of the building with a scowl on his face.The officer in charge had just told him what the commander had said. He had presented him with a deal: Stay and help deal with the so-called: Freedom Fighters, and they would let him go. They would even give him a boat that would take him to whatever island he choose. But Austin didnt care to kill other Americans. It was a tough choice, as the snow crunched under his feet as he steped down the staris, he took a look at the prisoners inside the fence. He REALLY didnt want to end up like them. CRACK!A round just went off and a gaurd to Austins left slumped to the ground. "Sh*t.." He whispered as he took cover behind the building. He loaded his M1 with a clip, and was reassured by the familiar sound of the magizine chamber closing. Austin braced himself for the coming battle.

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Almost time.....

Dimitry had been trained, as part of his cover, to kill his own. It was necessary. In order to destroy the terrorists network, he would need to infiltrate the cell, and bring it down from within. This meant a convincing cover, this meant killing soviet soldiers. He checked his watch. Allowing the second hand to move. "Five" he whispered, taking aim, and slowing his breathing. "Four..." he clicked the safety off. "Three...Two..." He drew his breath in, holding it, lining his sights up One *CRACK* he fired, shooting the man in the chest, the conscript slumped, the man next to him jumped, bringing his gun up, looking around blindly. Dimitry fired again, hitting him in the chest, slightly to the left. The conscript spun, his finger squeezing the AK's trigger, firing a bust as he fell to the ground. A man slipped behind cover, it was of no consequence as of now, he couldn't hit him, he should be ok. Dimitry moved, finding a new point, to avoid being tracked. Below the small camp sprang to life as the guars were alerted.

[i]The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed[/i][url=http://lfgcomic.com/page/1]Interrogations are hard...[/url]

Background: Patrick was abandoned by his parents and never had any close friends. While in an orphanage he became friends with another orphan. These two were best friends and joined the U.S.M.C. when they were 18. They both became Marine snipers during training. 5 years before the invasion, Patrick was inducted into the Counter Intelligence program where he became adept at surveillance, hand-to-hand combat, stealth combat, sabotage, and demolitions. When the U.S.S.R. invaded Patrick was sent to the front as part of an advanced recon group. Patrick survived the horrors of the war but his comrade in arms and best friend died at the hands of the Russians. As he died in Patrick's arms, Patrick promised that he would avenge his friends death and drive the Russians out of the U.S. Since then, Patrick has been part of the resistance.

Personality: Patrick is very distant and cold. He fights to fulfill his promise to he slain comrade. He can be moody at times and sometimes delights in killing the Russians. He is afraid of dogs because of having been chased by them in the war. He has sympathy for the Russian conscripts that are occupying against their will.

Weapons: Cheytac M200 Intervention Long Range Rifle System with Advanced Ballistic Computer. (I'll Try to get a picture of it soon.)Silenced MP-5, and silenced M9 Beretta, Intervention is equipped with suppressor as well. Carries claymores when sniping and C4 when gathering intel.

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Name: Ocelot (named after wild tiger)Race: Russai Affilaition: USSRRank: MajorAppearance: White skin,Blonde hair, and light Blue eye.Wears crimson Berrate,Crimson gloves and scarf, Black Major's outfit, Black cowboy boots with a spur on each boot, has forest green hip bag and gun holster. Has handsome face with fierce exspession.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Ocel … _Eater.jpghttp://a.rampal2.free.fr/mgs3/ocelot.gifhttp://www.animephilosopher.com/darktre … Ocelot.jpgWeapon:Three 357 Magnums, one in gold,one in jet black, and one in bright silver.http://www.webmaestru.net/documents/629 … 357.MAGNUMFear: Solid snake / Big bossPersonality: Is some what cocky, wants to find the rival that will challenge him.He likes to play with his prey, that is why he has three revolver's instead of two.He plays a game to see if his captured prey should live or die, he put a bullet in oneof his three guns, then he juggles them then he begins to shoot with the gun in his right hand ie takes six shots then stops.History: Ocelot was surprise when the freedom fighter's unit had exspanded enough, so that is was such a threat that they had to send his unit in. Ocelot had never took a mission that he knew he couldn't handle, but he was confidend about this mission.His mission was to find out the freedom fighter's main objective.

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closgamble wrote:

Name: Ocelot (named after wild tiger)Race: Russai Affilaition: USSRRank: MajorAppearance: White skin,Blonde hair, and light Blue eye.Wears crimson Berrate,Crimson gloves and scarf, Black Major's outfit, Black cowboy boots with a spur on each boot, has forest green hip bag and gun holster. Has handsome face with fierce exspession.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Ocel … _Eater.jpghttp://a.rampal2.free.fr/mgs3/ocelot.gifhttp://www.animephilosopher.com/darktre … Ocelot.jpgWeapon:Three 357 Magnums, one in gold,one in jet black, and one in bright silver.http://www.webmaestru.net/documents/629 … 357.MAGNUMFear: Solid snake / Big bossPersonality: Is some what cocky, wants to find the rival that will challenge him.He likes to play with his prey, that is why he has three revolver's instead of two.He plays a game to see if his captured prey should live or die, he put a bullet in oneof his three guns, then he juggles them then he begins to shoot with the gun in his right hand ie takes six shots then stops.History: Ocelot was surprise when the freedom fighter's unit had exspanded enough, so that is was such a threat that they had to send his unit in. Ocelot had never took a mission that he knew he couldn't handle, but he was confidend about this mission.His mission was to find out the freedom fighter's main objective.

Ah, so we have someone who thinks this is a metal gear RPG. Well its not.

[i]The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed[/i][url=http://lfgcomic.com/page/1]Interrogations are hard...[/url]

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An apparent civilian walked down the steps from the warehouseÃ¢Â€Â™s upper floor with an M-4 in hand. A traitor!Ã¢Â€Â¦Ã¢Â€Â¦Ã¢Â€Â¦or spy! It had taken a major effort NOT to kill the man as he walked down the steps. Just as he walked behind a pile of stacked crates out of sight, AlexÃ¢Â€Â™s first shot rang out.

As the second Red his the ground, Mitch tightened his grip on the grip of his AK, his sights still lined up on the door of the warehouse where the RedÃ¢Â€Â™s were holed up. A burly Rooskie sergeant swung the door open and stormed out, followed by a few troopers.

Mitch and Richelle opened up, their flank assault leveling every Red on the steps. Moving from the dark side-ally where theyÃ¢Â€Â™d been hiding, the pair expertly moved from one cover position to the next.

A shot rang out from the building across the street again, sending a Red tumbling over his hiding place. SoÃ¢Â€Â¦Ã¢Â€Â¦Alex really IS a good shot.

Then a young Red leaned out the door of the second floor of the warehouse where the others and run out from. This one stayed in cover and fired wildly in RichelleÃ¢Â€Â™s direction. Grabbing a frag grenade from an inside pocket, Mitch pulled the pin. Heaving it with all his might, it sailed over the crates the spy was still aparently hiding behind and into the doorÃ¢Â€Â¦..

*better Run Mandal *

"You set a code to live by. I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted...I won't be laid a hand on. I don't do these things to other men, and I require the same from them."

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Viktor and his spotter, Boris, lay prone atop a city building watching the Soviet Convoy through the scope of his Dragunov come down the road. As of late the fighters had become a bit more bold in their attacks. So the USSR stepped up their guarding of the convoys. The convoy was just coming across the bridge when a shot ran out. The first truck swerved and ran off the road. Burst of rifle fire were heard from across the city below. Viktor sat and waited. Finally all of the Soviets had been either killed by the rebels or they had shot themselves in order to keep their secrets.

The rebels emerged from their hiding spots and made their way down to the convoy. The leader opened the back flap and a series of explosions rocked the city. All the trucks were rigged to explode when any of the flaps were opened.

Boris' radio chirped to life. <Permission to engage enemy granted.> Viktor looked to Boris who gave him a nod. Vik lined up the sniper and picked off any of the survivors. After about 5 minutes it was done. Out of the 20 rebels, only 2 had managed to get away. All in all a success. As they made their way to the stairs the radio chirped to life again.

<Boris! Viktor! Get down to the prisoner compound now! We have an attempted breakout!>

They hurried their way down and hopped in the car. Gunning it, Boris headed off in the direction of compound.

[i]Like I told your captain, the orphange attacked me. It was self-defense.[/i] -Richard the Warlock [url]http://archive.lfgcomic.com/lfg0002.gif[/url]

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Taking cover inside the wharehouse, Austin brought up his M1 and fired in the general direction of the sniper fire, hoping for a hit. The second time he did this, when he pulled in for cover Austin heard a metalic clanking sound, and saw a small green sphere roll inside.

"HOLY FUDGE BUCKETS!" he screamed, realizing what it was. He scrambled for the nearest table, tiping it over and putting it between him and the frag grenade.It went off with a surprisingly loud 'bang'.

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Dimitry was watching, his vantage point was rather good, an old apartment, its wall open to the outside world, the building was abandoned. Dimitry had covered himself with an old blanket, making a urban version of a ghillie suit. He had surrounded his area with glass, giving him a bit of a early warning system.

He heard a crunch and rolled over, bringing his pistol up, pointing it at the head of a soldier. The soldiers uniform was unmistakable. Spetsnaz. "Dimitry? &#1063;&#1090;&#1086; &#1042;&#1099; &#1076;&#1077;&#1083;&#1072;&#1077;&#1090;&#1077; &#1079;&#1076;&#1077;&#1089;&#1100;?" Dimitry knew this man, he was a good friend of his, they had been raised in the same area, and had been good friends since. Dimitry disarmed his friend, pushing him back. "&#1054;&#1089;&#1090;&#1072;&#1085;&#1086;&#1074;&#1080;&#1090;&#1077;&#1089;&#1100;! &#1055;&#1086;&#1095;&#1077;&#1084;&#1091; &#1042;&#1099; &#1076;&#1077;&#1083;&#1072;&#1077;&#1090;&#1077; &#1101;&#1090;&#1086;? &#1053;&#1077;&#1090;!" Dimitry looked down at the man, he was his friend, he was a brother to him. They had gone to school together, and joined the military together. Dimitry Chuikov leveled his pistol at his freinds head. He was loyal. He would not fail in his mission "&#1044;&#1083;&#1103; &#1052;&#1072;&#1090;&#1077;&#1088;&#1080; &#1056;&#1086;&#1089;&#1089;&#1080;&#1103;"

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Richelle gritted her teeth as she fired into the Russians. At this stage she did not feel bad about their deaths. Maybe someday, but not now. She regestered Mitch's frag grenade going off as she turned to the gated area.

"Stand Back!" She shouted at those inside. She looked at the lock. It was pathetic. Old and rusted. Richelle aimed and fired one round into the lock. It fell apart, effectively opening the gate.

(Sorry short post... don't know what else to put....)

Meat is murder...... tasty tasty murder."Suggestion: Electrocution works well. Evisceration and Decapitation are also effective, or um, so I've heard."

Re: RPG:Freedom Fighters

Werda Verd wrote:

ooc: sorry this is kinda bad, I'm really out of it at the moment.

After Mitch, Alex, and Richelle left, Kados returned to perusing the maps. They showed the entire city, and the Resistance had divided it up into sectors, and marked sectors by importance, and who was currently most active there--Freedom Fighters or Russians. Despite the small numbers of the resistance, they had managed to inflict a surprising amount of damage against the invaders. Their small size had helped them keep their base small and hard to find, and it was easily defensible, with few ways in or out. It was also highly inconspicuous, and would pass unnoticed as long as they werenÃ¢Â€Â™t tracked there. Secrecy was the reason the resistance was still aliveÃ¢Â€Â”for example, if the Russians learned of their planned attack on a supply depot, they could destroy a large portion of the Freedom Fighters, which could cripple them. Which reminded him.

Ã¢Â€ÂœCaptain Blackmoon!Ã¢Â€Â

The Captain wandered over, from where he was inspecting his tools of trade. Ã¢Â€ÂœMajor?Ã¢Â€Â

Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™d like for you to go slightly ahead of our attack tomorrow, to soften things up. Just before, however long you need. Will you do it?Ã¢Â€Â

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Patrick sauntered down the streets of Soviet occupied New York. He was part of the underground revolutionary movement, the Freedom Fighters. He was just on his way to get a mission briefing from command. Gun shots could be heard in the distance. "I wonder what it is now?" Patrick asked himself as he turned down the alley that led to the headquarters. Once he got briefed he would gear up and head out to undermine Russian control in New York. Patrick paused, remembering in a brief moment the death of his friend in his arms, he renewed his pace and went into the headquarters to be briefed on his next assignment.

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As Richelle freed the prisoners, Mitch's grenade went off in the office the Red's had been using as a barracks. Slowly standing, scanning every possible cover, he moved toward his partner to back her up as she helped some of the weaker captives to their feet.

Now confident that the last of the Reds had been dealt with, he lowered his rifle and switched it to his left hand. "Get then out of here!" he ordered to Richelle. Nodding, she hustled them away. When they were far enough, Mitch walked up to a bleeding Russian who was laying on his back near the fence, a hole through his lung.

"Pretty lucky commrad. Even a Red doc could patch that hole up." Lighting a cigarett for himself, Mitch took a long drag as he pulled his sawed off shotgun from his hip. "Yup, pretty lucky........I get to put you out of your missery myself."

BOOM

Walking after the others as he pulled the used shell from the barrel, Mith heard Alex shout from across the street. "LOOK OUT!"

Turning, he could see a car tearing down the street to their position; a car with a Red star painted on it's doors............

*that would be you Sev *

"You set a code to live by. I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted...I won't be laid a hand on. I don't do these things to other men, and I require the same from them."

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ic: Before Blackmoon could answer, a resistance member rushed into the room. "Major, some of our forward scouts have reported in. They've found something, and they think you had better see it."

Kados immediately started grabbing kit, throwing a bandoleer of ammo over his shoulder, and grabbing his BAR, MP5, and P226, he headed for the door. He turned just long enough to say, "Just give me your answer when I get back, Captain." Then he followed the man out the door.

------------------------- 30 Minutes later --------------------------

Kados knelt next to one of the scouts. "Right. What did you find?"

"Well, we noticed a bit of movement here, and we decided to check it out. A large number of officers and Elites appear to be congregating on this point. It looks like they've even got a Lieutenant Colonel, and there are still vehicles coming in."

Kados thought rapidly. "Don't say anything about his to anyone. This is vital information, but we can't let it leak, and scare all the Reds off. Understand?"

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*I was just about to wrap this up WV. Is there a way you want to expand it so you can get involved? Or do you want to edit your last post and work on a plan for a bigger operation the next night?*

Shouldering his AK-108 in a flash, Mitch fired 2 3-round bursts at the onrushing car. One burst stitched across the windshield, and Mitch was sure he could see blood spatter the inside of the vehicle, and the second burst ignited something in the car's engine.

He considered emptying his mag into the car, but then he caught site of the headlights of a Red heavy truck rolling his way from a side street. It screeched to a stop and troops began to pile out of the back.

Ã¢Â€ÂœMOVE!Ã¢Â€Â shouted Alex as he was running down an ally after Richelle.

Picking off the lead sergent for the Red team that was jumping out of the truck, Mitch tucked turned and followed the others down the dark ally and Ã¢Â€Â˜homeÃ¢Â€Â™

*a post would be nice now CA *

"You set a code to live by. I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted...I won't be laid a hand on. I don't do these things to other men, and I require the same from them."